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About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Nothing says baptism like milk jugs and a wet monkey



I’m happy to be off the cat kick and on to…monkeys. That looks like a monkey, doesn’t it? Chuck thinks it’s a bear. Its name is Mel and thanks to Junior, it was dunked in holy water about 50 times this morning.

At the ripe age of 16 months we finally had Junior baptized. We would have done it sooner, but Chuck had to take Catechism classes and I had to quit my Wiccan knitting circle.

Kidding.

Junior did so well—up until the actual water part. It didn’t help that the priest spoke broken English and kept losing his place in the book. By the time he was ready to douse my kid, Junior was a mess. The only thing that calmed him down was the sight of Mel in the cistern. He’d yell “bat” (bath), pick Mel up and chuck him in again.

Luckily, the priest had a sense of humor. Unluckily, no one told me that the flash from the camera was capturing my leopard-print bra oh so clearly.



Guess who was taking the pictures? Chuck’s dad. The same guy who had a bird’s eye view of my gals that whole picnic back in July (I'm not going to link to that post because I'd like to put the past, ehem, behind me).

Seriously, the guy must think his daughter-in-law is hooter-hyper. Maybe I'll write him a letter:

Dear Chuck's dad,

Please stop taking pictures of my goods, even though I appear to be showcasing them at every family function. In truth, I am a woman of granny bathing suits, not, as you would seem to believe, bursting bijongas. It’s, um, too bad you have actual photos that would seem to prove otherwise. See you at Christmas (I’ll be the one wearing the turtleneck, wink wink). Best, Mrs. Mullet.


Ah hell, maybe I'll just let it go.

7 comments:

Mary Anna said...

I have a fab-o photo of my girlfriend and me - except that I didn't have time to change my underpinnings and my girls were being secured by a white bra under my black sweater. Nice!

BTW: Looks like a great family moment: wet monkey and all. At least Junior didn't scream his adorable little head off during the entire baptism.

Leanne said...

Ah just let it go. You're probably making the poor old guys day by being just a little spicy.

Congrats on getting the baptism over with. I think my son got done finally when he was uh, three. I'm not even sure if we even had the youngest done....

Sigh.

Erin Tales said...

At my baby's baptism I was wearing white pants. And we had to trek through black mud to get to the church. After holding my toddler most of the time my pants were muddy and my bra straps showed in EVERY PICTURE. Classy.

And at least Mel is now a child of god. :teehee:

And the bra showing is fabulous. LOL. Poor you!

Erin Tales said...

Just so you know - you were "buzzed" by the Mom Buzz with the Monday Ohana Mama feature!

http://www.ohanamamablog.com/2008/11/ohana-mamas-buzz-around-blogosphere.html

Felicia said...

Oh my goodness! Seriously I wish I could have been there!

That photo reminds me of one of myself with a friend of mine at her wedding shower. She has on a black dress about the same material as that shirt you have on...except it's a dress... need I say more! LOL!

Frogs in my formula said...

I'm glad to learn I am not alone here!

Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

Dang, he takes good pictures. I like that bra...where did you get it?

Damn, my bisexuality is showing...